It wasn’t supposed to start with Steinbeck.The first book that I was going to “lose” should have been The Lion The Witch & The Wardrobe.

It’s the first book I can remember buying with my own money and it would have been a fitting tribute to Mr Tumnus for it to be birthday book number 1.

However, higher forces were at work when I began distributing my 40 books, and by higher forces I of course mean I was in a rush and I couldn’t find CS Lewis on my bookshelf, and so the first birthday book was actually, The Winter of Our Discontent by John Steinbeck.

As stand-ins go, Steinbeck isn’t too shabby.

Our relationship started off on the wrong foot when I got half way through Of Mice and Men and realised *spoiler alert* Lenny’s dream of tending rabbits on a farm was about as likely as Glen Close being his business partner.

I recovered, and my favourite of his books to date is Cannery Row.

The characters are wonderfully written and although their life is tough, somehow it isn’t sad.

I love the frog hunt, when frogs become currency in the town and the shop keeper Mr Chong (with his sausage fingers) charges an extortionate number of frogs for a loaf of bread.

The Winter of Our Discontent was gifted on the underground on Saturday 18th July, and as yet, I don’t know where it is, or who is reading it (if anybody)

It was last seen on the Jubilee line heading for Stratford, bearing a label which read: Read Me. I’m not lost, I just need someone to read me again….please just let my mum know where I am and tweet to @bookonboard or email (pictured below)

Last seen asking for a new home on the Jubilee Line
Last seen asking for a new home on the Jubilee Line

It’s a bit shabby because I took it to Italy on holiday and got it wet by the pool. (it’s well travelled but not fluent)

There will be more birthday books, forty to be exact.

If you see one, please pick it up and read it or give it to someone else, it’s been predicted that they will be thrown amongst the discarded metros or left to gather dust in Lost Property. I know that our transport providers can lack a bit of imagination sometimes, but somewhere out there are people that want to tend rabbits, swap frogs for bread and visit worlds at the back of wardrobes and I hope my books find them!